#JONNY BOI PLS BE OKAY
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I don’t know how to process this
Just finished season two of the magnus archives
And well I had theorized that a certain someone was a big bad
And it turned out to be right?? In the worst possible way???
So now I’m just sitting here about to cry over my blorbos cause they’re in so much goddamn trouble
#send help the blorbos from my podcast are in trouble#someone get these bois therapy and pets#I really did not think I was right#I DIDNT WANT TO BE RIGHT IM SO SORRY JON#MARTIN MY BELOVED PLEASE BE OKAY#tim well don’t die but you need to shut up#JONNY BOI PLS BE OKAY#I was mostly joking about that character and I don’t know what do NOW#Jesus fuckin Christ#the magnus archives#pls no spoilers#I’ve managed to avoid them so far#which is a miracle so don’t do it 🔫#anyway that’s how my Saturday night is going
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Happy Holi-gays!
Here’s my spicy six holiday writing! (two months late (((:)
Thank you so much to @thefreakandthehair for the prompt, please go make sure to read everything that everyone else has been posting!
(i also made art that's on ao3 with the story- but im a sleeby boy and that shit's difficult to add in so-- go check it out on there! & my dividers were made by someone...... i cannot recall their user and i feel like a bag of dicks but if any of y'all can figure it out pls tag them for me so i know<3)
(second also-- ty to lou, ej, & cat for beta-ing for me<33 i love you guys so much!)
to read on ao3:
if you wanna read it here then here ya go!
10 days before Christmas - 1987
Eddie slams his fist on the door to apartment 2B, rattling the door on its hinges. He’s got his bottom lip bit between his teeth while he pops his knuckles, waiting anxiously for someone to let him in. After what feels like five minutes (which realistically was about thirty seconds, but when you’re nervous time seems to move exceedingly slowly, give the man a break), a very festive looking Argyle opens the door. Bells ring as he lazily waves a hello to Eddie, nods his head and takes a step back to let him inside.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, my herbaceous buddy?” He asks with a dopey grin on his face. Argyle closes the door while Eddie looks around, taking in the colorful lights and heavily decorated tree by the television.
“Well, okay, so here’s the deal. It’s our first Christmas, like, together, you know? Like, with everybody being in their little couples and no weird upside down related shit, and we’re real adults now, right? And we’re gonna have our little Christmas party together, but I was just thinking, everyone has like little traditions that they do for holidays, right?” Eddie rambles, his hands moving wildly around him while he meanders around his point. Argyle nods at him, hanging off of every word to encourage him to go on.
“What if, we all— you, me, Stevie, Jonny, Nance, and Robbie come up with our own traditions? Like, maybe we all bring one tradition that our family does or something, and we make it like a thing?” He starts again, a hopeful look on his face while he explains, “‘Cause me and Wayne have always gone and visited some of my family and like we spend a day making tamales and flautas together, and I was just thinking that I would really, really enjoy seeing everybody try and cook that shit. I like, barely have gotten the hang of it, and I’ve been helping with them and not hanging at the kiddie table for like, four years or something now.”
Argyle thinks for a second, nodding his head softly, while Eddie wrings his hands together and grins at him. Thinking about the few cousins he has on Wayne’s side always makes him happy, but when he thinks about spending holidays with them, his happiness expands tenfold. They don’t see each other often, but every time they reconnect, it’s like there was never any time in between their meetings.
“Okay brochacho, I totally am picking up what you’re putting down, and I think we totally could convince our funky little friends to do that! Just thinking about Big Byers covered in maza has me fucking excited,” Argyle laughs. He grins so wide his eyes basically close at the thought, but suddenly they shoot open, “Wait bro, where are we gonna do all this at? Jonny boy and I definitely don’t have a big enough kitchen, and I don’t think you and Nance would be able to hold all six of us, would you?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, dearest Argyle, for we’ve got the Harrington Manor at our disposal for the foreseeable future,” Eddie grins wickedly, throwing his arms out in front of him as if he’s displaying something in the air. “Speaking of Harrington, I do need to go see my lovely boy, so I’ll smell ya later, dude. Is it cool if I call you later to confirm the time and everything once Jonny’s home?” He asks as he spins around to leave, opening the door and taking one step outside, so he can still hear Argyle’s response.
“Sure dude, we’re spending a night in for once, so we’ll be here,” He affirms, as if he and Jonathan ever leave their apartment for anything besides work and picking up their “supply” from Eddie.
Eddie basically skips to his van, throwing the door open and hopping in. He puts in his favorite tape that Steve made him, that has a perfect cursive “You suck, Eds” written on the front. He remembers when Steve gave it to him, acting all shy and trying to use his Harrington Charm to make Eddie swoon.
He’d batted his pretty round eyes at Eddie, hiding his arms behind his back while he asked questions about metal that he already knew the answer to. Eddie’d rolled his eyes and thrown a crooked smile his way, saying, “Now, now pretty boy, I’m pretty sure we’ve already gone over this. Do you just like hearing me explain things to you a million times?” He brought his hand up to push hair out of Steve’s face, basking in the deep blush that slowly spread from his cheeks to his neck.
“I- I um… I was just wondering because… Um- I made you this? And you know, I just wanted to make sure I had, like, remembered things correctly and everything,” Steve started rambling, his hands bringing the perfectly wrapped tape in front of him, a shy smile on his face. Eddie stared shell shocked at the gift in front of him, his hand still softly brushed up against Steve’s temple. Steve nudged the tape into Eddie’s chest, blinking his eyes very obviously at him.
Eddie took the present that was given to him, and held it carefully. With the utmost caution, he peeled the black wrapping paper back, his eyes growing even bigger when he realized it was actually a mixtape that Steve made. No one had ever made Eddie a mixtape before, and especially not a mixtape covered in goofy looking hearts and two stick figures holding hands on the bottom.
He glanced up at Steve, who was biting his bottom lip anxiously, as he did a little jazz hand, “Tada! I’ve been working on this for like… A few months, honestly. I just wanted it to be perfect for you? Because you’re perfect to me?” An awkward grin graced his face while he scratched his neck with the non-jazz hand.
“Steve Harrington… I know you didn’t actually make the little ole town freak a mixtape now, did you?” Eddie whispered, a teasing grin beginning to form on his lips.
Steve’s blush deepened even further while he looked to the floor, shrugging his shoulders.“I just wanted you to have a little piece of me with you everywhere you go? You know, like, you get to hear these songs and then think of…Steve,” He mumbled and rocked back and forth on his heels. Steve blew air out of his mouth and gave Eddie a goofy grin.
“Stevie, you… You are so unbelievable,” Eddie breathed and put the tape in his front pocket. He cupped Steve’s face with his hands and gently pressed their lips together. Steve immediately kissed him back, moving his hands to Eddie’s hips and stepping closer to him. They stayed like that, kissing in Steve’s bedroom and losing track of time. Eventually, Eddie pulled back.
“No one’s ever done anything this nice for me before,” He breathed, his face barely inches from Steve’s. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met, inside and out, and I really, really don’t understand why you’d spend any time doing something so sweet for me.”
“Can’t you tell why I’d do this? I feel like I’ve been so obvious!” Steve laughed, moving one hand from Eddie’s hip to cup his cheek, “I like you so much, Eds. I know that it says you suck, but that’s actually a lie. You make me so, so happy, and you’re practically all I talk about. I’m pretty sure Robin was going to murder me if I didn’t figure out some way to tell you that I have feelings for you.” He grinned and poked Eddie’s cheek, “Plus, I was getting real sick and tired of not being able to do this.” Steve kissed him softly and pulled away before Eddie could kiss back.
“Now, if I said I wanted to be your boyfriend… would that be okay?” He asked shyly, moving his hands to hold Eddie’s. Steve chewed his lip while Eddie processed, spinning the rings on Eddie’s fingers.
“I would be over the moon if I got to call you mine, pretty boy.” Eddie nodded, his reserved smile turning into a giant grin.
Eddie uses his key to unlock the front door to the “Harrington Manor”, kicking his shoes off when he gets in and putting his keys in the bowl. He wanders to his boyfriend’s room, humming a little ‘Mr. Crowley’ while he swings open the door, finding a napping Steve on the bed. He’s got his glasses falling off his nose, and Eddie’s very loved copy of The Two Towers resting open on his chest.
“Stevie, baby… Good morning,” he whispers, lightly brushing hair from Steve’s forehead. Steve huffs and shakes his head, rolling over as he presses his face into his pillow.
“C’mon, I’ve gotta talk to you about some holiday plans,” Eddie laughs, plucking the book from his boyfriend and trying to roll him back over. “You aren’t even supposed to be sleeping right now, you’re gonna mess up your sleep schedule!”
“Eds… I gotta sleeeeep, get in the bed with me, please?” Steve mumbles into the pillow, not letting Eddie roll him. He reaches out his hands and grabs at Eddie, trying to pull him on top. “So sleepy… Waited so long.”
“Baby, it’s been barely an hour, I literally haven't been gone long enough for you to be asleep.” Eddie complains as he crawls over Steve, cradling his head, so he doesn’t accidentally hurt him.
“Tell me about it,” Steve huffs, opening one eye to look at Eddie as he cracks a sleepy smile. Eddie grins back, “Stevie, can we talk now? I have a question that’s kind of important.”
Steve yawns, “Go for it.” He rests a hand gently on Eddie’s head and starts playing with his hair.
“So… You know how we don’t really have any plans for Christmas? Because Rob and Nance are doing their Hanukkah thing, and the Hopper-Byers clan has decided to vacation to Cali, excluding Jonny, so we were just going to… do nothing?” Eddie continues, “I talked to Argyle, and we want to try and do like a holiday cooking party type thing. Here. Just the six of us, no kids, and we can make our own holiday traditions.”
Steve’s eyes shoot open, “You mean like… like a family? You wanna do family things with me, Eds? And, when would we do them? Christmas is in like… a week, and I think Robs told me that Hanukkah starts soon, right?” He moves his hand down to hold Eddie’s cheek.
“Stevie, of course I wanna do family things with you, I love you. I love you so, so much. You are my family, you and Wayne, but I want to celebrate with you. I want to celebrate every single holiday we can together. And we can have the party this Saturday? I’m pretty sure everyone’s got it off, and I have Friday off, too, so I can go and get supplies. Does that sound okay?” Eddie leans into Steve’s hand, giving it a soft kiss and smiling.
“That sounds perfect, love. I’ll go call Robs and check if that works for them. Do you wanna come with me, or do you wanna stay here and rest a little?” Steve asks, pulling Eddie close to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Eddie smiles and kisses him back.
“I’ll go wherever you go, pretty boy.”
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“Buckley residence, this is Nancy speaking,” Nancy answers the phone, sticking her tongue out at Robin who wasn’t able to get there quick enough.
“Oh, Steve! To what do we owe the pleasure of your call?” She leans away from Robin, who grabs for her and the phone, “Nance! That’s my best friend, I wanna talk to him!”
“Oh wow, you guys are inviting us to your house for a… holiday cooking party…? Do you mean like Christmas, because you know Robbie doesn’t celebrate that, and if you’re inviting us to a Christmas party I will be offended on her behalf, considering you’re supposed to be her best friend.” Nancy scolds, squealing when Robin grabs her by the waist. Robin plants a kiss on the side of her head, giggling when Nancy blushes.
“Okay… So you want us to come over Saturday? We’ll just have to be home in time to light the menorah and everything, so you can’t keep us too late,” Nancy questions, looking over to Robin.
She puts her hand over the receiver, “Does Saturday at 3pm sound okay to make food with the boys?” Robin nods, resting her chin on Nancy’s shoulder. Uncovering the receiver, Nancy lets Steve know that they’ll be there before hanging up.
“Not even letting me speak to my best friend in the whole world? The love of my life? Nancy, what are you doing! Are you jealous of little ole Stevie?” Robin jokes, placing dramatic, slobbery kisses to her girlfriend’s shoulder. Nancy giggles and rolls her eyes, “Darling. You see him every single day at work, and I just wanted to get him off the phone so I could spend some time with my favorite woman on the whole planet.”
Nancy turns around, wrapping her arms around Robin’s neck as she plants a soft kiss to her cheek. Robin snorts and her face starts to turn a bright red as she wraps her arms tighter around Nancy’s waist.
“I’m your favorite woman on the whole planet, Nance?” Robin whispers, a cheeky smile on her face. Nancy nods, kissing her other cheek, “Robin Buckley, you may be my most favorite person on the whole planet, not just my favorite woman.” Robin kisses her softly, knowing that Nancy’s telling the truth, if the letter she’d received 6 months ago was anything to go by.
“Robbie,
I don’t think I have ever met someone who makes me feel the way that you do. I thought that maybe I was making things up, or that I was misreading our interactions, but I know that the way I feel about you isn’t anything that could be misread or made up. I think about you more than is probably sane, considering that we barely get to see each other as of late. I love listening to you ramble when you’re nervous, or when you’re really excited about something, or someone brings up a topic that you love. I love when you make snarky comments under your breath that you think no one can hear. I love when you protect your friends without thought, not caring what happens to you as long as they’re safe. I love when you smile, when you laugh, when you accidentally make noises because you’re so excited you have no other way to express it. I love that you love things so passionately, not caring what people have to say. I love you, Robin. I think that this may be the easiest thing I’ve ever done, although I guess I am copping out a bit, sending a letter and all. I hope that you get this soon, and I hope that I’m not wrong about your feelings.
Estaré aquí cuando me quieras, por siempre si es lo que quieres.
Para siempre,
Nancy Wheeler”
As soon as Robin finished reading the letter, she called Steve. She waited for about three rings until he picked up, “Harrington residence, this is Steve speaking.”
“Steve! Get over here, like asap! I really, really need to get to Nancy’s, like now, please,” Robin urged. She kept the phone between her shoulder and ear as she slipped her converse on.
“Nancy’s? Why do you need to go there now? It’s like… 2pm, what are you going to do at 2pm on a weekday?” Steve asked. Robin could hear him picking up his keys, though, which had her grinning.
“I think your ex-girlfriend is also in love with me? She sent me a letter? I really, really hope this isn’t some kind of sick joke, Steve. No one would do that, right? I-I mean… No one even knows, about me, I mean, so they wouldn’t know to confess to me as Nancy… Right?” Robin started rambling, almost dropping the phone while she tied her shoes.
“Robs. Calm down, dude. I don’t think anyone knows, and it’s definitely very like Nance to send you a letter like we don’t have cars and phones,” Steve laughed, “I’m leaving now, love you, see you soon.”
“I love you too, hurry your ass up before I spiral even further, please!” Robin rushed out, putting the phone back into the cradle.
It took him 20 minutes, but Steve finally pulled up to Robin’s house. He honked his horn obnoxiously, and Robin ran outside so fast she almost fell down the steps to her house.
“Dear lord, could you have taken any longer? How am I supposed to go profess my love to your ex if you take 20 minutes to get here?” She started speaking as soon as she opened the car door, throwing her bag in by her feet before throwing herself in.
“I’m sorry that I have to obey traffic laws? Would you rather I died on the way to get you to the love of your life?” He asked rhetorically, easing his foot off of the brake and heading for Nancy’s house.
“I dunno, dude, I think maybe that would not be so great, but I can’t think about anything right now besides the fact that your ex-girlfriend, one of the most literally smartest people in all of Hawkins,” Robin started, pulling down the passenger side visor and checking her hair. “Confessed her love for your current best friend and platonic soulmate, one of the most awkward and anxious people in all of Hawkins.” She continued, rubbing under her eyes and slapping her cheeks.
“You may be awkward and anxious, but you’re still a catch! Do you know how many languages you know? And, you have like the cutest freckles, and you get her weird nerd jokes! You guys are like, perfect for eachother!” Steve exclaimed, taking his eyes off the road to look incredulously at his best friend.
“I guess… you might be right. And, she wrote in Spanish! Do you know how many people have learned phrases in other languages for me? None, Steve, the answer is none. She went out and learned how to say something, just because she knows that I know the language.” Robin rambled, her hands moving wildly as Steve pulled in front of Nancy’s house.
“She totally is in love with you, please, please go get your girl, and keep me posted!” He yelled the last part as Robin got out of the car, waving her hand at him and flipping him off.
Nancy walked to her front door when she heard the bell ring, opening it to a red faced Robin.
“I love you, Nancy,” Robin started, glancing at Nancy’s face and then immediately looking at the ground. “I am so, so in love with you. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone tell me they love me, especially not the way you did, and I especially didn’t expect you to pull out Spanish on me. No one’s ever learned Spanish for me, Nance. I- I don’t think anyone’s ever really even written me a—” Nancy cut her off, kissing her quickly and softly, barely giving Robin time to react.
“You are so incredibly cute when you’re nervous,” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. Robin’s face turned an even darker shade of red and her eyes widened comically.
“I-I’m sorry, I just really, really didn’t know that you felt the same way I did, and I just got the letter and I wanted to see you as soon as I could, so Steve drove me over here and now I’m here and you’re here and I just love you.” Robin laughed nervously.
“Can we- can we do that again? Please?” She whispered, ghosting her fingers along her bottom lip when she realized that Nancy had in fact kissed her. Nancy reached her hand out to Robin’s face, touching her cheek softly.
“You mean kiss?” She asked, taking a small step closer to Robin. Robin nodded, so Nancy leaned in to press their lips together again. Robin let out a small breath, kissing Nancy eagerly.
They stayed like that for what simultaneously felt like five minutes and five hours, before breaking apart to smile at each other.
“It’s just you and me now, okay?” Nancy asked as she broke the kiss, cradling Robin’s head in her hands.
Robin nodded and took one of Nancy’s hands off of her face to hold it, giving it a soft kiss.
“Cara mia, could you please come here?” Robin yells across the house to Nancy. She ties the last bow on the small gift box on the table as she waits. Nancy makes her way to the living room with a little gift bag in her hand.
“Did you finish your wrapping, lovely?” Nancy asks and sets her gift bag next to Robin’s box. She wraps an arm around Robin’s waist and plants a soft kiss on her cheek.
“I did indeed! Do you like the little bow?” She responds, twisting to kiss Nancy as she grabs the present box to hold up.
“Oh! That’s so cute! You just did that?” Nancy exclaims, gently taking the present to examine it. “This has to be the cutest thing I’ve ever gotten and I haven’t even opened it yet.”
“It’s no big deal, really! Just some ribbon and scissors and time and I got it all done!” Robin laughs awkwardly, a light blush on her cheeks. “Do you wanna open it and see if you like the gift…?” She suggests, biting her lip lightly when Nancy nods.
Nancy gently undoes the bow on top and takes her time removing the paper to reveal a small, black, hand-bound leather journal. Her mouth opens in a little ‘o’ as she opens it to find that the first page has already been written in.
“For Nancy, my beautifully brained pearl in a sea of fish-scale imitations. I adore you and you are going so, so many places.
Xx Robbie”
Nancy puffs her bottom lip out and looks up at Robin, “I’m the beautiful brain? Robs, this is so thoughtful. I love this and I’m going to write only the most special things in it. I love you.”
“I love you too! I tried really hard and had to make Steve take me to like four different bookstores to try and find the perfect journal, because they all had like boring journals with flowers and like, girly things, and you’re girly but you’re not girly, and you deserve something that’s professional but sleek, but also sturdy, which is why I went with a hand-bound one instead of just a regular old machine-bound one, and Steve thought it was sweet and so did Eddie, but nothing that they think matters because they’re not you, even though Steve did—” Robin gets interrupted in her rambling by a swift kiss from her girlfriend, pointedly shutting her up.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Open your gift now, please,” She whispers, pulling the bag from the table and lightly shoving it in Robin’s hands.
Robin nods quickly and takes the tissue out of the bag, squealing when she pulls out a rubix cube. “Nancy! Are you for real right now?” She asks as she drops the bag and starts trying to solve the cube.
“One hundred percent, lovely. I know it’s not a lot but I figured it would make you happy and keep you entertained,” Nancy smiles as she watches Robin hop from one foot to the other while she fidgets.
“I absolutely love it, please, please can we light the menorah so we can cuddle on the couch and I can play with this?” Robin whisper yells and looks up at Nancy.
Nancy nods and takes the lighter from the table, “Do you wanna do this or do you want me to so you don’t have to put the cube down?”
“You, please. Thank you,” She responds, smiling softly while Nancy lights the Shamash. After Nancy lights the Shamash, Robin recites the blessings and gives Nancy the go ahead to light the first candle. She lights it and places it on the very far right side of the menorah, smiling proudly at Robin. Nancy places the Shabash back in the middle of the menorah and lets Robin begin singing ‘Maoz Tzur’, closing her eyes to take time to just listen.
When Robin finishes, Nancy holds her hand softly, “Thank you for letting me be a part of this with you, Robbie. I really appreciate it. This was very special and I’m sorry your parents couldn’t be here tonight to help.”
Robin smiles softly at her and plants a kiss to her cheek, “It’s okay, it really is. Their jobs wouldn’t let them off early enough and we’ve got a big next few days, so I’m glad I got to spend tonight with you.” She takes the hand holding Nancy’s and leads her into the living room, dropping her off at the couch.
“So, querida, do you wanna watch Rocky Horror or The Apartment?”
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Jonathan hums as he licks the rolling paper and seals it closed, twisting the end and grinning to himself.
“Argyle, babe, are you ready to smoke the prettiest doobie ever made?” He asks and turns to his side, holding the joint up proudly. Argyle laughs and kisses his cheek, “I was born ready, Jonny baby. This bad boy’s about to be so good!”
Argyle lights the joint, inhaling smoothly and holding in for a second before lightly grabbing Jonathan’s chin to give him a light kiss and exhale smoke into his mouth. Jonathan inhales the smoke and breaks the kiss to exhale, chuckling at his boyfriend’s antics.
They continue smoking, keeping up the puff-puff-pass routine and occasionally sharing kisses and smoke, smiling at eachother. When they’ve finally cashed it, Argyle puts it out in their Garfield ashtray, a gift they’d received from Eddie and Uncle Wayne.
“What say you to a holiday dinner with the mystery gang? Eds and I talked about it earlier because he just, like, showed up here, and we thought it might be cool to have everyone together,” He asks, taking Jonathan’s hand to place light kisses on his knuckles.
“Oh yeah, when are we gonna do that? Also, where? I don’t think our apartment is big enough for all of us…” Jonathan looks around with glassy eyes, his lips slightly parted. He squints and turns his head back to Argyle, shrugging lightly when Argyle grins.
Argyle laughs, “We’re gonna do it on uh… Saturday? I think? And Eds volunteered Stevie’s house! But… I think he’s supposed to call soon… I can’t really remember…” He shrugs, leaning his head onto his boyfriend’s shoulder and yawning. Jonathan wraps an arm around him, pulling him in close and closes his eyes.
Suddenly, the phone rings, pulling them out of their little bubble. Argyle hops up, almost hitting their heads together before running to the phone attached to the wall. He picks it up excitedly, cheesing at his boyfriend on the couch,“Thank you for calling the Byers-Alvarez residence, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call, my righteous friend?”
Argyle nods, seemingly very into what the other person was saying. Having piqued Jonathan’s interest, he gets off the couch to see who’s called them. He walks up behind Argyle, snaking his arms around his waist before gently placing kisses onto his shoulder. Jonathan does his best to eavesdrop, and Eddie makes it especially easy as he talks loudly and excitedly on the other end.
“Stevie said we can use the Harrington Manor, so you guys can get here at like, 2:30 so we have time to get things finished before the ladies have to go back to Rob’s?”
“You got it, bud! Jonny and I will be there, should we bring anything?” Argyle responds, and finishes their conversation before hanging up the phone. He turns in Jonathan’s embrace and wraps his arms around his neck, planting a big, slobbery kiss on his lips. Jonathan returns the kiss, smiling widely at his dorky partner.
Argyle hums softly, moving one hand to hold Jonathan’s cheek, caressing it softly. He breaks the kiss after a moment, touching their foreheads together.
“I love you, sweet thing.” He whispers, rubbing his thumb up and down Jonathan’s cheek.
“I love you more, Arg.” His boyfriend responds, lightly rubbing their noses together and letting out a little laugh. He gives him one more peck before reaching up to take the hand that’s on his face into his own, swaying to an imaginary beat. Argyle joins him, lacing their fingers together. He hums softly, resting his cheek against Jonathan’s as they continue their dance together.
Argyle rang the doorbell to Jonathan’s house, taking a step back so he wasn’t right in front of the door when it opened. He looked down at the pizza box in his hands, grinning as he thought about its contents.
Jonathan opened the door, with bloodshot eyes and a goofy smile on his face. He pushed the door open a bit wider and gestured for Argyle to come in.
“Hey man, I wasn’t expecting you! Come on in, it’s just me tonight cause Will and El went out with my mom earlier,” He supplied as Argyle followed him inside and stepped out of his shoes.
“Oh, righteous! I was at work and they let me leave early, so I thought I’d come see my favorite Jonny Boy and bring him some ‘zza,” Argyle held out the box to his friend after Jonathan closed the door. He took the pizza box and walked it into the kitchen to place it on the table.
“Thanks, Arg, what kind is it?” Jonathan walked to a cabinet and pulled out two plates, setting them on the table where they’d be sitting. Argyle thanked him and opened the box with a shy smile on his face.
“It’s uh… Veggie and pineapple, just like you like it!” He turned the now opened box to Jonathan, watching him for his reaction. Argyle had placed the spinach on his pizza to look like a little marijuana leaf in the corner, and tomatoes in the center in the shape of a heart. Next to the heart was a pineapple question mark, and a little note was tucked underneath. Jonathan’s mouth opened in surprise, and he removed the note from underneath.
“Jonny,
You’re my best friend in the whole world, my sweet cheese, my ride or die. I love you with my whole heart, and I put it on a pizza just for you! (Don’t panic, no hearts were harmed in the making of this pizza) I don’t think I’d rather spend my time with anyone but you. Please look up at me now!”
Jonathan chuckled lightly and held onto the note, his eyes moving up to look at Argyle who had a soft blush on his cheeks.
“Do you wanna maybe… be mine, Jonny?” He asked softly, chewing on his bottom lip while he waited on a response.
“Like… Your boyfriend?”Jonathan clarified. Argyle nodded, his eyes wider than they had been before.
Jonathan stepped closer to him, reaching the hand without the note up to cup Argyle’s cheek. He nodded quickly before moving in to press their lips together. Argyle immediately kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Jonathan’s waist.
Breaking away, Jonathan smiled at his now-boyfriend, “Do you wanna eat this masterpiece and roll up with me, boyfriend?”
Argyle laughed and squeezed Jonathan where he held him, “That sounds rad, boyfriend.”
Jonathan presses a tender kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, taking one step back so he can extend one of the arms connected to Argyle and spin him in a circle. Argyle laughs while he spins, his long hair gliding in the air like an aerialist’s silks.
“Aren’t you glad you stayed here now?” He asks, landing gently back in Jonathan’s arms. Jonathan smiles sweetly up at him, “I’m always glad I get to see you, babe. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
As they continue their dance, Argyle hums a soft string of notes, not seeming to match any songs that Jonathan’s familiar with. He moves their noncommittal steps into a consistent 4/4 beat, starting a shuffle as he begins to sing in a soft voice,
“Amor, adiós
No se puede continuar
Ya la magia terminó
Ahora tengo que marchar
Será mejor
Seguir nuestra soledad
Si hoy el cielo se cubrió
Quizás mañana brille el sol,”
Jonathan closes his eyes and loses himself in Argyle’s voice, letting himself be dragged wherever his partner sees fit. When Argyle begins the chorus with a dip and a dramatic,
“No sufras (más)
(Quizás mañana nuestro llanto quede atrás)
Y si me dices que tu amor me esperará
Tendré la luz que mi sendero alumbrará
Y volveré
Como un ave que retorna a su nidal
Verás que pronto volveré y me quedaré
Con esa paz que siempre, siempre tú me das
Que tú me das,”
Jonathan chuckles and kisses his boyfriend, making sure not to get him in the middle of the lyrics. Argyle smiles brightly at him, pecking his lips back. He finishes their dance, not by completing his song, but by spinning Jonathan one last time and planting an overly dramatic kiss on his hand.
“I bet you didn’t know I had that up my sleeve, Sweet Thing,” He laughs while Jonathan gives him an exasperated smile.
“I figured you could sing but… I can say I’ve never had anyone make me dance with them while serenading me.”
“Well, since you had to stay back here for me, I figured I’d let you know that even if you think we might be better apart, I’ll always come back for you,” Argyle says earnestly, making sure to keep a firm grip on Jonathan’s hands while he maintained eye contact.
“I didn’t have to stay back for you, I chose to and you know it! You totally could’ve had a fun holiday here with everyone, it’s not your fault your family decided that they suck and would rather abandon their only son than accept him,” Jonathan replies sternly, frowning and tugging his boyfriend closer.
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It’s a quarter past three when Argyle and Jonathan knock on Harrington's door, eyes as red-rimmed and glossy as ever. They hold each other's hands while they wait, barely registering that the door had even opened before Eddie pokes his head out.
“What’s the password?” He croaks out in an overly dramatic voice.
Argyle jumps back a bit, and Jonathan’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise, “Is it… Mary?” he asks tentatively.
Eddie holds a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter while he opens the door for them. “You’re fucking blitzed, dude. Is that what took you guys so long?” They both nod and giggle, sharing a look with each other before entering the household.
Argyle and Jonathan make their way through the hall before realizing that one of the doorways has mistletoe hanging from the top. Jonathan turns to his partner with a grin, “Aww shucks, Arg. Looks like someone owes me a kiss.” He winks and pulls him slightly closer by the hand.
Raising an eyebrow, Argyle takes another step toward him, “Oh, do I now?”
Jonathan bites his lip and nods slowly, completely enamored by the man in front of him. Argyle rests his free hand softly on Jonathan’s cheek, just above his jaw, and closes the space between them with a gentle kiss. Jon smiles against his lips, sighing contentedly through his nose.
After a few moments pressed together, they separate and Argyle drags Jonathan to the kitchen.
The other three are busy at their own stations, Steve sitting on a stool at the island with a big bowl of some tan mush that makes Jonathan feel a bit queasy. Robin and Nancy are working on grating potatoes and onions by the sink, getting them ready to go into latkes.
“Woah Eddie, we’ve got the white boy working on tamales? You didn’t wait to put Jonny to work?” Argyle asks with a laugh while Jonathan looks between them confused.
“Tamales? That’s what he’s doing? Why’s he got a spoon?” He stares at Steve’s hands, covered in masa with some weird looking yellow thing that he’s spreading masa on.
Eddie laughs and nods, walking behind Steve to watch his technique. “He’s making tamales, yes, I just taught him while we were waiting for you two slow-pokes. Get over here and we’ll get you making them great in no time.”
Argyle shrugs when Jonathan looks at him, “Go on, baby, Eddie won’t hurt you.” Jonathan sits by Steve and takes a spoon, watching Eddie with wide eyes while he explains tamal basics.
Watching as the women grate their vegetables, Argyle decides to walk over and help. Robin hands over some potatoes and a cheese grater with a grin on her face, “Welcome to holidays at the Harrington’s! Glad you two finally showed up, my hands are tired from doing this shit.”
With a roll of her eyes Nancy hip checks Robin and laughs, “You’ve barely been doing any of the work, babe. Just standing there staring at me the whole time.”
Robin scoffs, a bright red flush beginning to rise from her neck, “That is- that’s so not true! I promise, I totally have been… working on the latkes!”
“Ladies, ladies, it’s okay. I am here in all of my gorgeous glory to learn and to teach, I don’t care who’s doing what so long as my hands keep moving on this sacred food,” Argyle soothes, starting to grate his potatoes onto a plate in front of him.
“Eddie, I genuinely don’t think this is supposed to look like this…” Steve murmurs while staring wide eyed at the corn husk covered fully in goopy maza. Eddie walks back over to him and has to turn his head to laugh into his elbow at the sight in front of him.
“Babe- how did you manage to get maza so far up your own arm? It just- goes on the husk?” He half-scolds, amazed at his ridiculous boyfriend.
Steve shrugs and doesn’t move his arms for fear of making even more of a mess. Jonathan giggles from his seat, quiet and high pitched when he realizes just what exactly his faux-competitor has done.
“Man… I don’t know if there’s any saving that one,” He snorts as he lays his newly finished husk in the pile. Steve sighs dejectedly and groans, a dramatic pout on his face when he sees Jonathan finish.
Eddie takes a spoon and starts to clean off the husk so it’s salvageable, trying not to laugh more at his poor boyfriend. He gently kisses his cheek and moves the husk to the pile before finishing his cleaning with Steve’s arm.
“Thank you, Eds,” Steve whispers, his cheeks a bright red. He gets up from his seat and runs to the bathroom to clean his arms off and try to stave off his embarrassment, worried it may turn bad quickly.
Eddie just watches as he leaves, chuckling to himself before sitting in his chair and watching Jonathan continue with his tamales.
“You caught on really quick, Jon, I’m surprised. Argyle over there was saying he was all excited to laugh at you,” He mentions, keeping a close eye on how thick Jonathan keeps the spread while he works.
“Argyle doesn’t know anything- I help my mom cook all the time and this is just like a weird swiss roll!” Jonathan huffs out before placing more husks into the bowl. This earns another laugh from Eddie who decides to get up and take the bowl of husks so he can start filling them with meat.
“Hey man, I know some things,” Argyle shouts indignantly from across the room- taken out of his zone with the latkes.
Jonathan rolls his eyes with a smile, continuing on his work while Argyle keeps his snarky jokes audible to Robin and Nancy only.
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Steve finally comes back to see that everyone’s already started actually cooking- the latkes being fried on the stove while Eddie places the wrapped up tamales in a giant pot to boil on a different burner.
“I really missed the tamales getting finished?” He pouts and stands behind Eddie, resting his chin on his shoulder.
“Yeah baby, that’s what happens when you run away for a while,” Eddie chides and puts the lid on the pot, turning around to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.
Robin pretends to gag, “Could you guys go be gay somewhere else, please?” Nancy giggles from next to Robin, knowing that they were absolutely standing almost exactly like that right before Steve came back.
“Hey Robs, can you do something for me?” Steve blinks his big eyes at her.
“Yeah, what’s up?” She sets the spatula she was using down and turns to him with furrowed brows.
“Fuck off!”
Eddie chokes on a laugh, completely caught off guard by his boyfriend’s hostility, “Babe- babe please, oh my god!”
Robin rolls her eyes and flips him off, grabbing her spatula again to keep cooking, “Literally suck my whole dick, Harrington.” Her girlfriend snorts at that and bites her lip to keep from laughing too hard.
“Wuh-oh! Lovers’ quarrel?” Argyle asks before he realizes that they were just kidding around with each other. Jonathan brings his hand to his lips and presses a kiss there, “You know they’re just being them, babe. It’s fine.” He soothes and Argyle laughs and nods.
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By some holiday miracle, the food comes out unscathed and they’re finally able to sit down and just enjoy each other’s company. Steve and Eddie set the table, while Jonathan and Argyle start plating everything to be served. Robin and Nancy take a much deserved break before grabbing sodas and lemonade from Steve’s garage.
“All right, gays and gaydies, I present to you: our Wexi-ewish buffest,” Argyle finishes displaying the food on the table with a flourish.
“Did you really just…”
“Yeah, I think he did, Rob.”
Steve and Eddie giggle at their end of the table, having partaken in some purple palm tree delight before the food was set down. Jonathan beams at his ridiculous lover, excited to spend the holiday with his found family.
Argyle takes it upon himself to give everybody their tamales, latkes, and the various sides that they bought pre-made, before sitting himself between Robin and Jonathan. Everyone thanks him and digs in, exhausted after their long day of cooking.
“Okay, Eddie, where the fuck did you learn this recipe for the chicken? This shit’s schmackin’, I’m gonna need to kiss whichever abuela gave you this,” Argyle moans after his first bite of tamal. Eddie laughs so hard a bit of latke flies back onto his plate and he has to cover his mouth with a hand.
“I mean- if you really wanna call Wayne abuela, be my guest. I cannot control how that man reacts to you,” He responds before taking a drink of lemonade.
Jonathan giggles at his boyfriend before taking a bite. His eyes widen, “No man, I think Argyle might be onto something… this is really fucking good, man.”
Steve nods in agreement as he stuffs more tamal into his mouth, completely forgoing speaking for the time being. Robin and Nancy eat their food a bit more calmly, but still share the sentiment.
“This may just be the best tamal I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had that many,” Robin smiles and takes another bite. Nancy wipes her mouth with a napkin, “It is really good, Eddie! Thank you for teaching the boys how to make them.”
Eddie blushes and ducks his head while he eats, “It’s just normal holiday shit- no need to thank me, guys…” Steve nudges his shoulder and shakes his head, “No sir, we are not doing that shit right now. You made our holiday special, with Argyle of course, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly thank you.” He maintains eye contact with his boyfriend and nods his head seriously.
“You’re right… I’m sorry- I just am not used to all this,” Eddie laughs, “You guys make the holidays really great, too, you know.”
They spend the rest of the evening eating their food, cleaning up, and generally just basking in their togetherness.
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“Promise me we’ll be together every Christmas?” Steve whispers to Eddie while they’re tangled together on the couch— everyone left hours ago, leaving them to cuddle and rest peacefully.
“Whatever you want, love, I’m yours.” Eddie seals his promise with a kiss.
#lexswinterficchallenge#steddie#ronance#jargyle#spicy six#jonathan byers#eddie munson#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#ham writes !#an actual fic for once????#im late as always lmfao#argyle (no last name poor man)
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Fellow travelers Jonny and S3 Anthony are gonna look so good I'm crying
RIGHTT BOI IS IN HIS DILF ERA!! LOOK AT THOSE GRAY HAIRS I'M GOING FERAL!!
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Also how is he making the pornstache work??? Is this for his Travellers character lmao? I'm okay with the stache being the only crime committed against the character pls I don't really wanna see the shit they put the char through the book sigh.
Also I know this is a thirst ask about Jonny but hello he's not a DILF without HIS MILF!!! SIMONE IN THE PAP PICS WERE ETHEREAL I felt like I died and went to heaven for real.
I WANT HER TO STEP ON ME:
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Also they did a great job of making Ruby Barker as Marina look super hot and yet maternal post-twins. So I have no doubt S3 will go off on making them look like the MILF and DILF Sharma-Bridgerton we deserve!!
#Bridgerton#Bridgerton Cast#Simone Ashley#Jonathan Bailey#Jimone#Kathony#PILF era Kathony let's goooo#Bridgerton Asks
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tell me about nancy for the character thing pls
YESSSSSS okay so
• favorite thing about them
to spare the essay i COULD write i’m just gonna simplify it but i love how much she cares about people and the lengths she’ll go to for them even if she doesn’t have to
• least favorite thing about them
that one argument in the car w jonny bc she overstepped w the oliver twist comment agdkdh
• favorite line
“out of all my brothers friends, you’re my favourite. you’ve always been my favourite.” faint sounds of me breaking down sobbing
• brOTP
jonathan i think they should be best friends i think it would be the funniest thing ever bc she’s like canonically #1 most desired girl in hawkins and then she’d be like “and this is my best friend :]” and then it’s the #1 most avoided boy in hawkins who she drags out to parties also i just love them
• OTP
we all know it’s ronance. i could go into more detail but i won’t bc i wouldn’t stop
• nOTP
ok besides like. actual just weird slash illegal ships, stancy. i love them as besties i do not like them romantically
• random headcanon
when she was younger she was OBSESSED with animals and got encyclopaedias for her birthday and would just absorb every fact she could and while she isn’t as interested anymore she can still tell you literally any fact ever about 90% of animals
• unpopular opinion
i think my lesbian hc counts as an unpopular opinion? just bc bi nancy seems to be the general consensus but i also love that hc so agdkshd
• song i associate with them
i have so many bc i have an entire playlist but outdoor pool by maisie peters is literally season one nancy it talks about rugby sweatshirts (steve) chemistry (episode one studying) it’s literally called outdoor pool (episode two) the pov is when she’s 15 which is just. her in s1
• favorite picture of them
i’m giving two but i’m saying it’s for formatting reasons (i can’t choose)
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coroNO
#patrick kane#kaner#hawks#chicago blackhawks#mine#yeah the blanket is inspired by jonny’s coat#also i feel ya kaner#i tested negative and then today lost my taste so pls pray for me#colds suck#not to say he’s symptomatic but he might be#i’m just working through my own issues okay#inflicting my pain on the#boys
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me @ everything martin(s) said this ep
#bro im so scared for him!! jonny pls let martin be okay ik what u said in the q&a it lives rent free in my mind but bro pls#the magnus archives#martin blackwood#tma#tma s5#tma spoilers#for mag186#no audio clips for this ep lads#just couldnt think of any specific Moments#also i have an exam this morning so i did Not have time last night#if u want me to clip anything feel free to shoot me an ask n i'll clip it after my exam#'i want to know the exact limits of my guilt'#'one of them is named tim'#boy i die!#mine
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Okay but can you guys help me get a happy birthday from jonny boi? Id cry pls? Im old and 30, birthdays depress me.
Lauraaan182/twitter
Rrtweet my last tweet or something? Idk. But it'd mean the world to me.
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Sorry pls don't day its a full white boy beard, my brother has one of those and I hate it and I really need nobody to even think abt stuff like this cause I really don't want Jonny to grow any more than this because it'll be atrocious 😭😭😭 this is just. Long stubble? Okay?
I'm in denial and this is also my negotiation phase bye.
Also sorry that sentence was super long lololol
dude 😭😭😭 i can't even lie to you i love his haggard manitoban beard #PAINN, really emphasises the "tell me you were quarantined in your canadian cabin in the woods without telling me you were quarantined in your canadian cabin in the woods" like he can't grow a regal beard like jujhar khaira, but this really suits him 🙈🙈🙈
Sorry about your brother tho 😅 maybe you'll be conditioned throughout the new season into liking jonny's white boy beard!!
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live tweeting here we go
JON NO
NO
DO NOT
OKAY FUCK JONAH BUT ALSO JON WHAT ARE YOU D O I N G
STICK TO THE P L A N WHAT ARE YOU DOING
MONSTER JON MONSTER JON
STATIC VOICE OHHHHH
the fears are getting backstory omg
Martin is gonna have to kill Jon isn’t he
i’m not ready for this oh g o d
this statement is Funky
worried that the end is gonna be super rushed with the statement being in here
i wasn’t expecting this episode to have a statement at all tbh
Jonny i love you but like
pls leave enough time for a ✨resolution✨
if there’s only five minutes left for this to play out i Swear
LMAO THE WEB JUST WENT LOOK AT THIS DUMBASS EYEBALL U STUPID BITCH
OKAY THERES LIKE TEN MINUTES LEFT
MARTIN OH MY GOD
IM GOING TO CRY
JON IS GONNA DIE
MONSTER JON
WHERE YOU GO I GO
I KNEW IT
HES GONNA KILL JON
THEYRE GONNA DIE TOGETHER
I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN
I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE EITHER JON DYING OR MARTIN AND JON DYING TOGETHER
AND JON IS DEAD
HHHHHHHHH
Basira’s fuckin ‘huh’ omg
IS IT OVER??
THE APOCALYPSE IS OVER?????
ITS BACK TO NORMAL?????
THERES STILL FOUR MINUTES LEFT??
DID THEY KILL SIMON NOOOOOOOO
SIMONNNNNN
ADMIRAL!!!!!! GIVE THAT BOY SOME TUNA
WHAT
that’s just
the end???
are you fucking kidding?????
imma be real Jon and Martin’s death was a bit
anticlimactic???
like all this and then just
welp
back to normal
whoopdedoo
damn. it’s over. over for good. it’s been fun.
the magnus archives was a podcast.
#tma#tma spoilers#the magnus archives#the magnus archives spoilers#mag 200#mag 200 spoilers#long post
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Im kinda neutral about the tma metaplot but i really *want* to like it, id love to hear your thoughts on it!
Oh hi! I honestly didn’t expect anyone to want to hear my thoughts!! (Keep in mind I am dumb and am generally bad at literary analysis but it’s something I’m trying to get better at so like,, pls be kind) It’s under the cut because its a thousand words long. Sorry. 😬
First of all, I want to talk about my personal reason for enjoying the meta turn. The Magnus Archives, even from the first season, was written in the podcast equivalent of a found footage movie. Everything that we hear as the audience could, conceivably, be found and listened to as if we are in the same universe, and I’m a big fan of that trope. It’s the same reason I enjoyed Percy Jackson so much as a kid. Percy starting the story off with a fourth wall break, addressing the reader, like I found his journal on my own, made me feel like a part of the story. So that’s my indulgent reason for enjoying this twist. It felt like a nice progression from “everything you hear is recorded on a tape recorder as a plot device” to “this is a thing that happened and you get to listen to it”. Very satisfying, in my opinion. It’s also the reason I can’t finish the pilot of my own fiction podcast because I want it to be found footage so BADLY but I can’t DO IT non-derivatively fuck
Okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about what it adds to the story metaphorically! Because oh boy does it have some implications if Jonny does it right!
We all know that The Magnus Archives is about capitalism and helplessness, right? Being trapped in your workplace and any attempt to escape or quit is followed with threats of violence (i.e. being evicted, starving to death) and upper management is manipulating you and using your labor to commit terrible crimes but you can’t do anything to stop it? Thanks to this blog post from 2019 talking about both capitalism and hopelessness in the narrative that initially got me thinking about that interpretation.
Even outside of the implications of being stuck at the Institute, characters find themselves helpless... a lot. In season one, Martin is trapped in his apartment and is helpless to do anything except wait out Jane Prentis. Again in that season, Sasha, Martin, and Jon are helpless to watch Tim unknowingly walk into a room of homicidal worms, potentially killing him. Season two, they find out after the fact that Sasha has been replaced and are helpless to save her because she’s already gone. Need I mention the amount of times that Jon has been kidnapped, and his autonomy taken away from him? Or how Jon spends the entire fourth season watching Martin fall in with the Lonely, unable to sway him away from Peter Lukas’s side (until the very end). Even Elias, at the end of season 4, tricking Jon into starting the Eyepocolypse follows this theme. Once he gets to “apologies for the deception”, Jon knows he needs to stop reading or something bad is going to happen but he’s helpless to stop it. Season five, on the other hand, is them trying to get back some of that autonomy. Even though they’re helpless to save everyone, they do what they can, killing a few avatars along the way, but it's not enough, and there’s still tragedies along the way. And these are all just things I could remember off the top of my head! There’s definitely more instances if you go looking for them.
This is my theory: With the implications of the meta twist, we, as the audience, are going to be forced to experience what it feels like to be truly helpless in the face of tragedy, just like the characters have felt through this entire experience.
Of course, we could, at any point, stop listening. The newest episode could come out and none of us could listen to it, but that’s not going to happen. Most of us, I’m sure, will listen to the next episodes, knowing we are going to leave the experience emotionally affected in some way. The Magnus Archives is a tragedy, and we all signed up to listen to that tragedy, knowing that nothing we could do will change the fact that our beloved characters are going to be hurt and traumatized and (possibly) dead by the end. All we can do is listen.
Meanwhile, the implications of Jonny hinting at a fourth wall break, including us as characters, means that, potentially, we could do something. If we exist in the podcast, we, who have the knowledge that something is about to go very, very wrong, could feasibly change something, fix something, save our favorite characters.
But we just can’t (firstly, because it’s not actually real, but secondly because that’s the point.)
We could take this another step further, too. Jonny could propose that instead of helping, instead of trying to change things, we the audience, were enablers to all the tragic happenings to the characters throughout the series, and we’re just using these traumatized people as our sick entertainment. That’s commentary in itself about the entertainment industry under capitalism, and it fits into that original theme of exploitation. Now, personally, I don’t think that’s the moral that Jonny is intending. It’s an awfully grim outlook, and, I think, a little harsh on your fans if the moral is you could have stopped this bad thing if you tried, especially considering most TMA fans are people oppressed in some way or another by the systems we live in. But it’s still a theory (and I want proof that I said it, just in case the narrative does go this way).
Anyways. I don’t remember where I was going with this. TMA meta good. Send tweet.
I’m a very inexperienced writer, so I don’t trust myself to formulate a good defense of whether or not Johnny is writing the meta correctly, but, on a gut instinctual level, I’m enjoying the twist so far, so we’ll see!
There’s also the potential for it being used as commentary on government surveillance, or social media, but when it comes to TMA themes, I’m a big fan of it’s approach to helplessness, so I’m biased to think that every new plot device is about that. Thanks for asking, this was actually a lot of fun to write!!
Tl;dr: imo TMA is about helplessness under capitalism and including the audience as a character will make it even more heartbreaking when the tragic thing happens and we can’t stop it.
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i am burned out (i smell of smoke)
okay, look. I wasn’t gonna post this until it was FINISHED because i am trying to learn to actually finish my wips. but. the world is sorta falling apart and i hope that maybe i can help even one person feel temporarily less anxious about it all.
i wrote this for @gumnut-logic‘s birthday and am now over a month late, so! good! (so sorry nutty, you’re so incredible at blessing us with your words, i just wanted to do something nice for you since you’re so so good to us)
my love for virgil tracy + my silent lurking in this fandom have brought this about. i never thought i’d be writing thunderbirds fanfiction and yet. here we are (my father would be so disappointed in me).
this is my first time writing these characters, as will become painfully clear. pls be nice to me, i am fragile lol. i am horribly aware that my virg is probably too ‘floppy’ as per your post, nutty, so sorry in advance! this is me whumping your boy emotionally and mentally, but i’m gonna fix him, i swear! there are five parts (i have written the first three).
virgil is always written as being very good at taking care of his mental health, and it occurred to me that some of the best people at this have had to learn to be that way, and so I guess this is an exploration of that? anyway, have some virgil aggressively loving his family.
brains isn’t in this and kayo isn’t much either sorryyy. oh my GOd shut up, here you go:
i am burned out (i smell of smoke) [on ao3]
summary: in which virgil falls apart, learns how to put himself back together, and realises he doesn't have to do it alone.
word count: 2.8k ish (part 1/5)
warnings: mental health issues
timeline: i suppose this is set in early TAG verse? jeff is missing and nobody is Coping Well.
happy belated birthday, nutty!! <3
i.
He isn’t quite sure where it began. Somewhere between three back-to-back rescues, pulling a child’s body from thick, black mud, and failing to reach the scientist before smoke ravaged her lungs, a weight settles in his chest that none of his usual coping mechanisms can shift.
To say it’s been a hard week would be an understatement, but then again, they’ve had hard weeks before. Any time a rescue mission turns into a recovery mission, they all feel it - how can they not? - but this time, this time is different.
Perhaps it was seeing the kid’s mother break down completely at the sight of such a small corpse. Perhaps it was the abuse hurled at him and his brothers by the scientist’s girlfriend for failing to rescue her soulmate in time. Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion and pain, perhaps it was feeling ribs break under the force of his CPR efforts, perhaps it was knowing that in spite of it all, it wasn’t enough.
It’s like he can’t quite draw a full breath. Like his throat has half-closed and tears are creeping at the back of his eyes, but neither is willing to break the damn. It’s the heaviest kind of emptiness he’s ever known.
And so Virgil forces it away - or if not away, then at least to one side - whilst he takes care of brothers who need to talk about the horrors they have just witnessed and the fresh guilt they now bear. He’ll take care of himself later (probably) and then he’ll finally be able to shift that god-awful weight on his lungs. It’s fine.
*
Alan is easy enough to handle; Virgil’s pedestal will never be as high as Scott’s or John’s but he’s still Alan’s big brother, and Alan feeds on reassurance and praise. Virgil knows that both Scott and John will be in later to check on their youngest too, but for now, Alan needs him.
“You did well today, kiddo,” Virgil says, leaning against the doorframe to Alan’s suite. His littlest brother is lying flat on his back staring up at the ceiling.
Alan blinks slowly, twists to meet his eyes. Overly-bright cornflower blues meet steady browns and Virgil catches the tremble of Alan’s lower lip with an aching heart.
“You did, Allie.” Virgil strides across the room and has Alan scooped into a hug within seconds. “All those people are gonna wake up tomorrow because of you.”
“It doesn’t feel like enough, Virg,” whispers Alan. “So many people didn’t make it.”
“I know.”
(The weight on his chest and struggle to breathe will never let him forget it).
Alan sighs, rests his head on his brother’s broad chest. “I just - I keep remembering her face. When she realised I couldn’t save her. I close my eyes and she’s just - there.” He closes his eyes and digs the heels of his palms into them.
He’s so young. It’s not the first time that Virgil has had doubts about forcing this responsibility on a teenager, but it is the first time Alan’s watched someone die in his arms and none of Virgil’s carefully crafted words will change that. Especially not now, whilst the pain is raw and jagged and demanding to be felt - no, Virgil and his brothers will be helping him to untangle this over the next few weeks.
“Wanna play something?” he asks instead.
The response is less enthusiastic than usual, but soon Alan has a fragile smile on his lips as he thrashes Virgil’s Princess Peach with Waluigi (and so what if Virgil deliberately chooses the tracks he knows he’s shit at just to make Alan chuckle when he falls off Rainbow Road again?).
*
His water-loving brother won’t be so easy (though of course, there’s nothing easy about watching someone so young trying to carry the weight of the world). Still, Gordon is at least predictable in his frustrated misery and rolls his eyes as he sees Virgil coming towards the pool with a towel in hand.
“I’m not in the mood, Virg,” he calls, before hurling himself underwater and sinking to the bottom of the pool.
It’s Virgil’s turn to roll his eyes, but he kicks off his shoes, sits on the poolside and dangles bare feet into the water, waiting. When Gordon finally emerges from the water, annoyance flickers across his face at the sight of his waiting brother, and he turns, kicking away from Virgil with a powerful breaststroke.
Virgil waits until Gordon’s swum four lengths before speaking. “How are you doing?”
Gordon’s perfect rhythm barely falters as he grabs his brother’s leg and yanks, pulling Virgil into the pool and immediately swimming away. Virgil shakes the water from his hair, internally cursing his stubborn-ass younger brother and treads water until Gordon reaches his end of the pool again.
“How many lengths is that?”
Gordon ignores him, switching fluidly into butterfly stroke and splashing away from him once more.
Virgil can’t help but sigh; his limbs are aching and his chest is heavy and he wants nothing more than to curl up in bed. But his younger brother is hurting - emotionally, sure, judging by the way he’s slicing through the water like it’s done him wrong, but physically too if the minute winces are anything to go by. (And Virgil can’t stand it).
The next time Gordon comes by, Virgil is ready. He seizes his brother around the middle, and bodily drags him to the edge of the pool. He doesn’t often use his size and strength against his brothers, but this time calls for it. Once out of the water, the fight goes out of Gordon, and he staggers, murmuring “ow, ow, ow, ow.”
“Come here, you idiot.” Virgil pulls Gordon into a shady spot by the loungers, and begins helping Gordon stretch out overworked muscles. Gordon hisses as Virgil presses down on his calf muscle. “Sorry, Gordo.”
“S’okay.” Gordon glares up at the sky. “Just stupid cramp.”
Rolling his eyes, Virgil shakes his head. “Yeah, that or the fact you’re reliving your Olympic training after having been up for forty-eight hours straight.”
“You know if you keep doing that, your face will get stuck.”
Virgil pulls a hideous face, then grins in response to Gordon’s laugh. It feels good to smile, it shifts the weight on his lungs the tiniest bit.
“Flip over and I’ll do your back.”
“Virgil Tracy, you’re a goddamn saint,” Gordon declares, obediently flopping onto his stomach.
There’s a pause whilst Virgil runs expert hands over the rock-like knots in Gordon’s back and Gordon melts into the mattress. When Virgil next speaks, his voice is gentle even as his hands dig in: “You know that punishing yourself isn’t going to bring them back.”
Gordon tenses then sighs. “Damnit, Virg. Can’t a guy get a massage without psychoanalysis?”
But his voice is a great deal lighter than it would have been even half an hour before.
*
His wrists are aching by the time he drags himself out to the cliff edge where Kayo likes to perch.
His brothers have different uses for this particular stretch of rock: Scott likes to end his morning runs here by stretching in the breeze off the waters. For John, it’s a spectacular place to stargaze, not least because it’s so very quiet and dark up here. Gordon can often be found diving off these rocks, cheered on by Alan, much to the constant stress of their oldest brother, who attributes more than seventy percent of his grey hairs to this cause.
For Kayo, it’s a watchpost. Her stormy eyes skim the horizon for non-existent threats, calculating, calm, controlled. And after a bad rescue (or three), she sits and waits for hours at a time, gazing into choppy waves and brilliant sunsets with the loneliest eyes Virgil has ever seen. He’s supposed to sit with Kayo in silence until she tells him what she needs from him, be it a hug, his presence, or just distance.
This time, she makes it clear the moment he pads towards her, fading into the rocks like she was never even there. Distance, then.
*
John is possibly the hardest to handle of all his siblings, purely because he’s the hardest to get a hold of. John knows Virgil’s antics only too well, knows that a meaningful conversation about how he feels is coming, and has therefore made himself scarce.
Virgil sighs as John misses (read: rejects) his third call in a row. Two can play at that game, Jonny.
Instead, he dials straight through to EOS.
She answers him immediately, as usual. “Virgil. I have been anticipating your call.”
“You have?”
“You have all had unsuccessful missions. You always call after missions with a body count.”
Virgil swallows, fresh guilt rising in his throat, and forces it back down.
“Please can you put me through to John, EOS?”
“Of course, Virgil.”
Silence for a second, and then John’s hologram appears. His red-headed brother is studiously avoiding eye contact, hands darting over controls in an anxious pattern.
“This isn’t a good time, Virgil, I’m busy rerouting some calls to local emergency services, and-”
“John.”
“-and there’s a call from Tehran that really needs me, so if that’s all-”
“John.”
Silence.
“How long since you last ate?”
John’s eyes meet Virgil’s and he looks away at once. “Uh… this morning?”
“Negative,” EOS chimes in, “last intake was twenty-six hours ago.”
John’s jaw clenches. “Thanks, EOS.”
“John, you need to eat.”
“Smother Brother.”
“I’m serious.”
EOS pipes up again, “John also needs to rest. He has been operating for twice the recommended period of time.”
John glowers, but says nothing.
“Don’t make me set Scott on you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Virgil raises his eyebrows and John sighs loudly in frustration. “I will. I will. I just - thinking about food makes me feel nauseous. Like…” He swallows, looks away. “Like I’m eating mud.”
The sharp hurt in Virgil’s heart twinges violently and he wishes more than anything he could wrap John up in a bearhug and stop the world from hurting him. “What if I’m here whilst you try?” he asks softly.
Another sigh. “Fine. But only if you eat something too,” John says. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that your stomach was growling even louder than Two’s engines on the way home.”
“Smother Brother,” Virgil’s voice is hopelessly fond, even as he goes to make a sandwich that he can’t face eating (which for him, is a bad sign - he who has forced down Grandma’s inedible chilli through sheer willpower and love). The bread is hard and tasteless, the filling bitter. He chokes down a half slice, focusing instead on the fact that his younger brother is carefully chewing at his toasted bagel, eyelids heavy. Eventually, John’s shoulders slump, and his head lolls back into slumber.
His work here is done.
Well, almost -
“Hey, EOS?”
“Yes, Virgil?”
“Can you put that playlist I made him on a loop?”
“Of course, Virgil. Venus Bringer of Peace is now playing.”
There.
*
His oldest brother is hurting. Virgil doesn’t need ESPN or whatever freaky connection Gordon and Alan accuse them of having to know that.
There was a death toll, and therefore Scott will be hurting. Every life lost becomes a personal fault for the man, and nothing Virgil says or does will change that. They have this argument every two or three weeks, increasingly frequently as the months since their father’s disappearance have ticked into years. And he’s so very tired of rehashing the same words over again and again, he’s so tired of being utterly powerless against his brother’s borderline suicidal recklessness, he’s so tired of his uselessness in convincing Scott to stop treating his life like some replaceable trinket.
(So very, very tired).
And yet, Virgil stands in the doorway to his father’s office, bracing himself for yet another battle with his older brother.
Because taking care of the idealistic, brash, self-flagellating workaholic is what he does best - especially when said idealistic, brash, self-flagellating workaholic least wants it.
Scott is hunched over the desk, poring over debriefs with an almost-empty glass of something amber in his left hand. Virgil makes a mental note to re-encrypt the code to the drinks cabinet - Scott had cracked it far too quickly last time, but he doesn’t stand a chance against John…
“Hey, Scott,” he finally enters the room, but his brother doesn’t even spare him a glance. Virgil takes the seat opposite him - the one he used to sit in as his father waxed lyrical about his dream of an elite rescue organisation (it hurts) - and waits.
After five or so minutes, Scott looks up blearily, blinking in surprise. “Virg? What are you - when did you-”
“It’s gone midnight, Scott. We agreed you wouldn’t do this anymore.”
A muscle in Scott’s jaw twitches. He’s wound tight from alcohol and stress, and it hurts Virgil to see it. “I have to get this done.”
“Not at one am, you don’t.”
“Don’t start, Virg, you know debriefs are essential - you know I have to - to -”
“To what?”
“What?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you have to get done? What’s so important that it can’t wait till you’ve at least slept?”
Scott breaks - quicker than usual (thank you, whiskey) which is a relief, because Virgil’s energy is down to its last droplets; hell, it’ll be a miracle if he even makes it to his room after this.
“To figure out where we fucked up! To explain to the fire services that we did fuck-all for their rescue efforts! To figure out why I wasn’t fast enough to get to those children! I have to - to know,” he flings himself to his feet and begins pacing. “Fifty-four people died today, that’s fifty-four lives we should have saved, and I have to know why we failed so it never happens again.” He slams both hands down on the table, scattering papers to the floor. His eyes are wild and slightly bloodshot, and Virgil’s heart aches for the pain in those cerulean blues.
The fight leaves Virgil’s spirit, because for once, he’s having a hard time reconciling his own failings with the number of bodies he’s pulled from mud and rock today. Usually, he is the first to reassure his brothers that they did all they could. But on a day like today, with the weight of whatever-it-is on his chest, it’s just not good enough.
But that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave Scott alone in his pain.
“What can I do?” Virgil asks quietly, and Scott stares at him.
A pause. “Just - just be here,” Scott allows at last, sinking back into his chair.
“Always,” Virgil says, and he means it, even through the fog of this exhausted, low, heavy feeling.
“You okay?” Scott says, looking him over with a frown, and Virgil curses internally, because of course, Scott notices what none of his other siblings have.
“As much as any of us are right now,” Virgil answers, as honestly as he can. Scott clearly doesn’t quite believe him, because he keeps shooting Virgil surreptitious glances laden with concern, but he lets it go. Perhaps he too lacks the energy to fight him on this.
(It’s not enough and Virgil knows it. It’s not enough to stop his brother from working himself into an early grave and it’s not enough to blame poor construction work for the collapse of a tower block when he should have been able to save them).
(He’s not enough).
*
He’s exhausted. He had thought he was shattered before, but now -
The heaviness in his chest is a gaping wide hole, and the edges are raw and ragged from trying to hold himself together. His throat closes and clogs, but the tears won’t come, even as misery wells inside of him.
He looks blankly at the piano he sometimes uses to pull himself back from edges like these - edges that plunge down, down, down into an abyss he daren’t explore. Only the tug in his chest isn’t there. The canvas on his easel remains blank, his paintbrush untouched. Hell, even the idea of a nice, hot shower has him cringing at the effort and self-care involved.
What the hell’s the matter with him?
He can’t quite explain it, and for one usually so attuned to others’ emotions, this awful lowness is startling. Because it’s more than lowness, and it’s more than heaviness - it’s more like a complete absence of feeling, an emptiness that he doesn’t know how to name.
Perhaps, it will shift in the morning. Perhaps, this is the consequence of pushing yourself to over-exhaustion and beyond, and then expelling what little energy remains to support your loved ones. Sleep will help, Virgil tells himself. Rest makes everything better, you will be better in the morning.
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“Hey Scarecrow!”
Jonathan sighed, not now. He was already in danger of being late to work. If he was late he was certain Mr. Lucas would be upset with him and possibly just send him home today: and he needed the money otherwise he’d be stuck with no power in the middle of summer.
“Please not now Nick, I have to go to work.” It was a pointless endeavor as he already knew what the other teen wanted.
“Aw, come on Jonny. Don’t 'ave time for your ol' pal?”
“I don’t want to be late to work.” He could feel the taller boy right behind him so he spun around only to be pushed against the wall. “Hey!”
“Ya know ya gotta pay the fee.” The teen held Jon by his shoulders and kept him harshly pressed against the wall.
“I don’t carry any cash. All I got is a breakfast bar on me.” He knew better than to carry any cash out of the manor except when he was going to pay the bills. “Please just let me go. You can have the bar-” A sharp blow to his gut cut him off. “S-stop!” He yelped practically feeling the bruise starting to form.
“Don’t ya remember what I said would happen if you didn’t 'ave money again?"
"... You'd beat me senseless." Jon answered in a quiet voice.
"Exactly. And what don't you 'ave?"
Christ, he didn't want to answer. This was humiliating. "Please jus-" Another punch to his already bruising abdomen. "Nick pl-" Another hit that almost made his knees buckle as he tried to curl in on himself. "M-money! I don't have money!" He was shaking as the pain slowly ebbed away to leave a dull ache in its wake.
"Ya could've made it easy on yerself, but ya didn't. So now I 'ave ta beat ya. Otherwise, ya might think I'm jokin' later."
"I don't… have much to begin with." Every cent went to bills and saving for college. He didn't have any extra.
"I don't care." He went in for another blow to Jonathan’s gut.
"Come on Jonny. Don't you just want to let go?" The creature was behind him whispering in his ear, despite the wall against his back that should've made that physically impossible.
"No… I don't know…" Pain shot through his stomach.
"The hell are you talking about Scarecrow?" Nick's voice was becoming muffled to his ears.
"You've tried being nice, Jonny. You've tried to be his friend. Done all he asked of you but look at you, you're still just the punching bag for him."
"I'm not!"
"You are. You're a scared little boy that buckles when he's hit."
"Shut up!" Tears started to fall down his cheeks.
"The hell did ya just say ta me?"
"Aren't you tired of being scared, Jonny? Isn't it time he's scared of you?" It should've been impossible but it felt like they were speaking right into his eardrum. Right into his mind. "Don't you want them to be scared of you? To finally be in control."
Jonathan paused, not even hearing what Nick was saying anymore, it was all muffled. The other teen's lips were moving but no sound came from them. Everything except for what Crow said was like it barely existed anymore. He was tired of this: tired of being afraid all the time. At first he thought it would end when she was gone, but then other bullies stepped up to take her place. Although nothing could compare to her it still was awful to still be so afraid of everything.
"Yes." All sound came rushing back like a wave. His tears stopped flowing and he swore his heart was beating so loudly that Nick would be able to hear it. Then one voice cut through it all.
"Good. Now, punch him. And aim for his neck!" Glee filled the voice.
Something dangerous sparked in Jonathan’s bright blue eyes, something that turned them icy towards his tormentor. The boy didn’t even have time to react as Jonathan clenched his fist and reeled it back.
“What the hell is wrong with you- Ack!” The teens voice was cut short as pain exploded in his neck causing him to gasp: opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water while he clasped a hand around his throat. He stumbled backwards staring wide-eyed at Keeny, a look of shock taking over his face.
As Jonathan pulled his fist back he could only slightly feel the pain in his knuckles, most of it was being overtaken by the pure elation he felt coursing through his veins. He’d always wanted to do that: to fight back. The boy didn’t get a second to recuperate as Jonathan’s fist connected with his jaw. Then his nose. He would’ve punched him more but the boy mercifully fell back on his rear end.
“S-stop! Wh-what are ya doin’?” His voice shook with fear. Jonny had never fought back. Not really.
A grin slowly spread across his lips; he could see the fear in his eyes. It was beautiful. Finally someone else was afraid instead of him. Then he looked further down and noticed the blood dripping from his nose. Oh god. He looked at his closed fist and saw his bloodied knuckles. “I-I… What did I do?” Jonathan backed away shakily. No. No, this was just like before. Why was he enjoying it?
“Shh. It’s okay Jonny.” The voice in his mind soothed. “Everything will be okay. In fact, everything is okay. You’re just giving the little insect what he deserves.”
“No, no, this is wrong.” He mumbled while backing up until his back hit the wall again.
“Wrong?” A quiet chuckle came from his side as a creature moved around to the front of Jonathan: dark and spindly, shadows seeming to cover its entire body and flow off of it into the still air. Yellow eyes stared into blue. “Revenge isn’t wrong, Jonny. Don’t you remember how good it felt? The happiness and excitement you felt at finally getting back at the ones who hurt you. Don’t they deserve it?” They grinned so widely that it almost split their face in two with sharp pearly white teeth making it look even more sinister. “Trust me, Jonny. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.” Their mouth didn’t move as they spoke.
“I…” He could feel their clawed spider-like hand come up to cup his cheek. “... I know. But-”
“Shh.” Their other hand cupped the other side of his face, both hands giant against his human head. “Just relax Jonny. Let me handle this.” They watched as the teen’s eyelids slowly started to droop. “That’s it Jonny. Relax. I’ll handle this. You just rest now.”
Darkness slowly started to fill Jonathan’s vision, an unexpected tiredness overtaking him. “... Okay.” He mumbled before he started to collapse to the ground. Unbeknownst to him he never fully made it to the grass.
Jonathan awoke and bolted upright in his bed. In his bed? He stared down at the thinning mattress in confusion. Was it a dream? He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and put them on so that he could stare at his right hand: it was free of bruises and blood. It… it must’ve been a dream.
Slowly, he got up out of bed and noticed he was, well, he was rather lacking any sort of clothes save for his boxers. “What?” He frowned uncomfortably and rushed to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Had he been so tired last night that he just completely forgot his nightly routine?
He made his way to the bathroom to go about his normal routine, but stopped at the mirror looking into it to see if there was anything different. At first he was sure he was just paranoid, but then he noticed something he couldn’t earlier: there was a small spec of red on his neck. He stopped and stared at it before slowly scratching at the spot with his finger only to realize that he couldn’t feel anything there. Confused, he looked down to try and get a look at it, but couldn’t see anything and when he looked back into the mirror again the spot was gone.
“What’s wrong, Jonny? Did you have a nightmare again?” A voice asked from what sounded to be inside his mind.
“... Nothing. I’m fine. Just had an odd thought is all.”
“Want to talk about it?” The entity appeared in the mirror behind him.
“... No. I don’t think I do.” In the end it didn’t matter. After all, he was just protecting himself if it did happen. The bully deserved whatever he got… and Jonathan hoped he got what he deserved and even more.
#jonny answers#anon ask#mini fic#1460 words#lord help me it was supposed to be shorter than this#pls enjoy#under a read more cause it be long#tw: violence
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“Hey Scarecrow!”
Jonathan sighed, not now. He was already in danger of being late to work. If he was late he was certain Mr. Lucas would be upset with him and possibly just send him home today: and he needed the money otherwise he’d be stuck with no power in the middle of summer.
“Please not now Nick, I have to go to work.” It was a pointless endeavor as he already knew what the other teen wanted.
“Aw, come on Jonny. Don’t 'ave time for your ol' pal?”
“I don’t want to be late to work.” He could feel the taller boy right behind him so he spun around only to be pushed against the wall. “Hey!”
“Ya know ya gotta pay the fee.” The teen held Jon by his shoulders and kept him harshly pressed against the wall.
“I don’t carry any cash. All I got is a breakfast bar on me.” He knew better than to carry any cash out of the manor except when he was going to pay the bills. “Please just let me go. You can have the bar-” A sharp blow to his gut cut him off. “S-stop!” He yelped practically feeling the bruise starting to form.
“Don’t ya remember what I said would happen if you didn’t 'ave money again?"
"... You'd beat me senseless." Jon answered in a quiet voice.
"Exactly. And what don't you 'ave?"
Christ, he didn't want to answer. This was humiliating. "Please jus-" Another punch to his already bruising abdomen. "Nick pl-" Another hit that almost made his knees buckle as he tried to curl in on himself. "M-money! I don't have money!" He was shaking as the pain slowly ebbed away to leave a dull ache in its wake.
"Ya could've made it easy on yerself, but ya didn't. So now I 'ave ta beat ya. Otherwise, ya might think I'm jokin' later."
"I don't… have much to begin with." Every cent went to bills and saving for college. He didn't have any extra.
"I don't care." He went in for another blow to Jonathan’s gut.
"Come on Jonny. Don't you just want to let go?" The creature was behind him whispering in his ear, despite the wall against his back that should've made that physically impossible.
"No… I don't know…" Pain shot through his stomach.
"The hell are you talking about Scarecrow?" Nick's voice was becoming muffled to his ears.
"You've tried being nice, Jonny. You've tried to be his friend. Done all he asked of you but look at you, you're still just the punching bag for him."
"I'm not!"
"You are. You're a scared little boy that buckles when he's hit."
"Shut up!" Tears started to fall down his cheeks.
"The hell did ya just say ta me?"
"Aren't you tired of being scared, Jonny? Isn't it time he's scared of you?" It should've been impossible but it felt like they were speaking right into his eardrum. Right into his mind. "Don't you want them to be scared of you? To finally be in control."
Jonathan paused, not even hearing what Nick was saying anymore, it was all muffled. The other teen's lips were moving but no sound came from them. Everything except for what Crow said was like it barely existed anymore. He was tired of this: tired of being afraid all the time. At first he thought it would end when she was gone, but then other bullies stepped up to take her place. Although nothing could compare to her it still was awful to still be so afraid of everything.
"Yes." All sound came rushing back like a wave. His tears stopped flowing and he swore his heart was beating so loudly that Nick would be able to hear it. Then one voice cut through it all.
"Good. Now, punch him. And aim for his neck!" Glee filled the voice.
Something dangerous sparked in Jonathan’s bright blue eyes, something that turned them icy towards his tormentor. The boy didn’t even have time to react as Jonathan clenched his fist and reeled it back.
“What the hell is wrong with you- Ack!” The teens voice was cut short as pain exploded in his neck causing him to gasp: opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water while he clasped a hand around his throat. He stumbled backwards staring wide-eyed at Keeny, a look of shock taking over his face.
As Jonathan pulled his fist back he could only slightly feel the pain in his knuckles, most of it was being overtaken by the pure elation he felt coursing through his veins. He’d always wanted to do that: to fight back. The boy didn’t get a second to recuperate as Jonathan’s fist connected with his jaw. Then his nose. He would’ve punched him more but the boy mercifully fell back on his rear end.
“S-stop! Wh-what are ya doin’?” His voice shook with fear. Jonny had never fought back. Not really.
A grin slowly spread across his lips; he could see the fear in his eyes. It was beautiful. Finally someone else was afraid instead of him. Then he looked further down and noticed the blood dripping from his nose. Oh god. He looked at his closed fist and saw his bloodied knuckles. “I-I… What did I do?” Jonathan backed away shakily. No. No, this was just like before. Why was he enjoying it?
“Shh. It’s okay Jonny.” The voice in his mind soothed. “Everything will be okay. In fact, everything is okay. You’re just giving the little insect what he deserves.”
“No, no, this is wrong.” He mumbled while backing up until his back hit the wall again.
“Wrong?” A quiet chuckle came from his side as a creature moved around to the front of Jonathan: dark and spindly, shadows seeming to cover its entire body and flow off of it into the still air. Yellow eyes stared into blue. “Revenge isn’t wrong, Jonny. Don’t you remember how good it felt? The happiness and excitement you felt at finally getting back at the ones who hurt you. Don’t they deserve it?” They grinned so widely that it almost split their face in two with sharp pearly white teeth making it look even more sinister. “Trust me, Jonny. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.” Their mouth didn’t move as they spoke.
“I…” He could feel their clawed spider-like hand come up to cup his cheek. “... I know. But-”
“Shh.” Their other hand cupped the other side of his face, both hands giant against his human head. “Just relax Jonny. Let me handle this.” They watched as the teen’s eyelids slowly started to droop. “That’s it Jonny. Relax. I’ll handle this. You just rest now.”
Darkness slowly started to fill Jonathan’s vision, an unexpected tiredness overtaking him. “... Okay.” He mumbled before he started to collapse to the ground. Unbeknownst to him he never fully made it to the grass.
Jonathan awoke and bolted upright in his bed. In his bed? He stared down at the thinning mattress in confusion. Was it a dream? He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and put them on so that he could stare at his right hand: it was free of bruises and blood. It… it must’ve been a dream.
Slowly, he got up out of bed and noticed he was, well, he was rather lacking any sort of clothes save for his boxers. “What?” He frowned uncomfortably and rushed to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Had he been so tired last night that he just completely forgot his nightly routine?
He made his way to the bathroom to go about his normal routine, but stopped at the mirror looking into it to see if there was anything different. At first he was sure he was just paranoid, but then he noticed something he couldn’t earlier: there was a small spec of red on his neck. He stopped and stared at it before slowly scratching at the spot with his finger only to realize that he couldn’t feel anything there. Confused, he looked down to try and get a look at it, but couldn’t see anything and when he looked back into the mirror again the spot was gone.
“What’s wrong, Jonny? Did you have a nightmare again?” A voice asked from what sounded to be inside his mind.
“... Nothing. I’m fine. Just had an odd thought is all.”
“Want to talk about it?” The entity appeared in the mirror behind him.
“... No. I don’t think I do.” In the end it didn’t matter. After all, he was just protecting himself if it did happen. The bully deserved whatever he got… and Jonathan hoped he got what he deserved and even more.
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Short story! Pls read <3
Since I got quite a few positive responses, I’ve decided to go ahead and post some of my past assignments - although I won’t do any editing before posting them, meaning what I post is the same as what I handed in.
This first one is a roughly 2200 word short story which I did for my Fictional Writing module. Enjoy!
To Die For
Getting a degree hadn’t really been something Jonathan specifically wanted, rather, it was what was expected of him. He’d always done well in school, so when the time came for his classmates to apply for universities, he found himself doing the same. His mum had been so proud when he got his first unconditional offer back, and his dad had mumbled something that almost sounded encouraging. They had been ever so disappointed in his older sister when she decided to go off to London to “try to make it” as an actress. He still spoke to her, and so far, all she really did was work three part-time jobs.
Jonathan’s family had always had money. Growing up, he had everything he could ever want, to the point where his classmates kept looking at him as “that spoiled rich kid”, despite the fact that he never shoved his wealth in their faces. It didn’t really matter in the long run, though. Sure, he might not have had loads of friends, but they weren’t really worth his time anyway. They were all so stupid and, well... childish.
Now, here he was, starting his first year at a university he didn’t really like, studying something he wasn’t really interested in. But again, that didn’t matter. Nothing really did. As long as his parents didn’t throw him out, everything would be fine. He was sure of it.
“Hey, Jonny-boy, you gonna join us tonight or what?”
“Jonny-boy” rolled his eyes at his flat-mate. Imbeciles, the lot of them. “What’s tonight?”
“Well, it’s the Full Moon Party, innit?” Gregg grinned.
Jonathan sighed. “That’s just stupid - the full moon was two nights ago”, he muttered.
“What was that?”
“I said: you have fun with that. I, however, have better things to spend my time on than fraternising with a bunch of drunk teenagers making decisions they’ll regret in the morning.”
Gregg stared at him for a bit with that empty stare of his, until Jonathan took pity on the other boy. “That means thanks, but no thanks. Oh, and try not to get too smashed, will you? I am not cleaning up the kitchen floor one more time.”
They’d been here for three days, and Jonathan was already regretting living in halls. He considered calling up his dad and telling him that he couldn’t possibly be expected to study in such an environment - maybe his parents would get him a flat down in town - but, no. He wasn’t really on speaking-terms with his father at the moment, still angry that he had cut off any funding for Elizabeth.
“Yeah, no worries, mate”, Gregg smiled. How was he always so happy? “You really oughta come with us some time, though. Fresher’s Week is only once in your life.”
“Sure thing, Gregg.”
His first week of classes was soon coming to an end, and Jonathan had still to meet anyone intelligent enough to befriend. As had really been a problem his entire life... Maybe he ought to lower his standards a bit?
Just as he was contemplating whether or not he might be the problem, the chair beside him was pulled out, and a girl sat down.
“...can I help you?”
The girl turned to look at him, surprised. “What, this seat’s not taken, is it?”
“Noo...” Jonathan trailed off. No one had willingly sat with him yet, and there were still loads of free seats in the classroom. He supposed he shouldn’t question it, though. Perhaps this girl was his chance.
“Great”, she smiled at him - a smile that made something stir deep in his stomach. “Then I’m gonna sit here.”
“Okay...”
Now that he was really looking at her, he could see that was actually really pretty - in an understated way. She wasn’t one of those typical “popular” girls, but he thought she could have been, if she had dressed the part. Instead, she wore a simple pinstriped button-up shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans. Her mousy-brown hair was bunched up into a messy bun, and she wore a pair of old-fashioned, squared glasses, the kind that was popular these days. She looked professional, much more so than any other student he had met so far, and he had to admit he was slightly impressed at her style.
“I’m Hannah, by the way. Hannah Brown”, she interrupted his musings, sticking out a hand to him.
He took it automatically, hoping she didn’t notice that his hands had gone clammy. “I’m uhm... Jonathan”, he stuttered. Her hand was really soft. “Jonathan Campbell.”
“Nice to meet you, Jonathan Campbell.”
There was a sparkle in her eyes, he noticed then, just before he realized that he’d been staring at her. He hastily looked away, just in time for the tutor to enter the room.
Throughout the class, he kept sneaking glances at this girl, at Hannah. Never before had he noticed someone in this way. He’d never really connected with anyone, except for his sister who had all but raised him. But this was different. He understood, all of a sudden. All those songs and poems and stories, everyone going on about racing hearts and butterflies in your stomach.
He glanced over at the girl beside him once more, and this time she was already looking at him. He blushed, looking away quickly, but not before seeing the smile she gave him.
Yeah. He got it now.
They didn’t really speak after class. Hannah seemed to be an attentive student, which, of course, just made her all the worthier of Jonathan’s attention. But Jonathan wasn’t really used to this weird need to impress, so he did what anyone would do in his situation.
He packed up his things and fled the room.
Upon returning to halls, Gregg was the only of his flat-mates there, as per usual. Jonathan considered simply turning around and heading to his room, but decided he’d generally been a bit mean towards Gregg - and he still kept trying to be nice to him for some reason.
“Yo, Jonny! My man!”
Jonathan closed his eyes, let out a heavy sigh, and silently counted to three. “Hi Gregg. How are you?”
“Mate, why you always so proper-like?” Gregg asked, chuckling.
Jonathan shot his flat-mate a tight smile. “Just the way I was raised, I suppose. We can’t all be chavs, can we?”
He regretted the words as soon as they were uttered, and Gregg gasped loudly. “You calling me a chav?”
“Well, I-”
“Mate! And here I thought you were no fun!” the other boy guffawed, clearly taking the comment in stride, which made Jonathan wonder briefly if the boy tried to act like a chav. “Hey, what you studying again? I keep forgetting.”
It shouldn’t be too hard to remember what your five flat-mates were studying, but Jonathan opted not to voice that thought. “I’m doing law”, he answered simply. “You’re sports coaching, right? How you finding your classes?”
Gregg laughed again. “Nah, mate, I haven’t even been to any yet!”
Jonathan blinked in silence. Gregg may be nice enough, but he must have been one of the dumbest people on campus.
All throughout the following week, Jonathan found himself looking forward to his Friday-afternoon lecture. He couldn’t stop thinking about Hannah - there was just something about her. If she sat by him again, he decided, he was going to talk to her. Only, when he entered the classroom five minutes before the lecture was set to start, Hannah was already there, deep in conversation with another girl. He tried not to feel disappointed - after all, it wasn’t like they were friends. Instead, he found himself a seat in the back of the classroom and sullenly got his books out.
He didn’t pay any attention to the tutor. For three hours, he sat there, staring at the back of Hannah’s head. He barely even noticed that class was finished - and the only reason he did notice was because Hannah started packing up her things. He hurriedly got his own things together and stood to leave just as Hannah turned his was.
“Jonathan Campbell!” she exclaimed. “Didn’t see you there! Why didn’t you come say hi?”
Jonathan sputtered out an attempt at a response. Is that what he should have done? Just gone up to her and said something?
“Oh, well. At least you’re here now”, Hannah smiled widely. “I was wondering - have you started your essay yet? You see, I was thinking we could work on it together. If you don’t mind, that is.”
“Yes. No. I mean, yes, I have started, but I still have quite a bit left, so- well, we could work together, I suppose. I’m not really used to working with anybody, though, and I don’t really see how it would benefit either of us. It’s not like I can do it for you. I mean, I could, but I won’t. That is, you should do your own essay... But I suppose it wouldn’t- wouldn’t hurt to do it together. Or, you know, not together together, but in the same room, at the same time... Working... So... yes. My answer is yes. I- I think I’d like that...”
Jonathan blinked stupidly. Had he just said all of that? He never rambled. Never. God, what was this girl doing to him?
A giggle broke him out of his trance. “Okay then”, Hannah laughed. “Give me your number, and I’ll text you when I’m free. Sound good?”
He nodded - a bit too eager, perhaps, but what the hell. If he hadn’t scared her off with that monologue, he doubted he could do worse.
Three days passed before he heard anything from Hannah, but on Monday, he finally got a text from an unknown number.
Hey! You free this afternoon? Around 4-ish? xx Hannah
His heart skipped a beat as he read the message, grinning to himself. She added kisses. Was that a thing she did to everyone, or was he special? Jonathan had never really texted a girl before, so he wasn’t sure how much he should read into it. He quickly shook himself from that train of thought. She’s just a girl, he silently chided himself.
Sure, he texted back. Meet at the library?
The reply came quickly.
See you there! xx
When Jonathan arrived at the library, Hannah was already sat at a table with her laptop and two lidded paper-cups. The girl seemed to brighten as soon as she saw him approaching.
“Hiya, Jonathan Campbell!”
He smiled shyly at her as he took a seat. “How come you always call me by my full name?” he asked. It was a detail he had noted the first time it happened, but he hadn’t felt like he could ask before now.
Hannah shot him a secretive smile - a smile that, for some reason, made him feel a bit uneasy. “I just want to remember your name, is all. Jonathan Campbell.”
He nodded slowly at her nonsensical answer. And the way she had said his name right then sounded almost... ominous.
“Right”, he muttered. “Should we get started then? How far have you gotten on your essay?”
The girl hummed softly as she opened up her laptop. “Oh, not far.”
She left it at that, and they both started to work in silence. Jonathan tried his best to read the situation. Hannah seemed different somehow. Well, he didn’t really know her yet, he supposed, but there was just... something.
“That other coffee is for you, by the way”, her voice sounded after a few minutes, and he looked up to meet her vigorous gaze.
“Oh. I- Well, that’s nice of you, but I don’t really... drink coffee”, he answered apologetically.
“You don’t... Oh. Well”, she trailed off, seeming rather put off by this statement. “I could get us tea instead!” she suddenly exclaimed.
What?
“You don’t have to-”
“No, no, it’s really not a problem”, she brushed him off, starting to make her way to the hot drink machine before he could get another word in. She came back with another two cups and handed him one. He smiled tightly at her, thanking her, but she just stood there for a bit, staring expectantly. Hesitantly, he put the cup to his lips, pretending to take a sip. She finally sat back down, seeming pleased with this action.
Well. That was... not a good thing, was it? A pity, he supposed. It had seemed like she had such potential. His infatuation with her, however, was gone as soon as it had come.
The pair got back to work, only talking a few times to bounce ideas off each other. Eventually, Hannah excused herself to go to the bathroom, and that’s when Jonathan made his move, switching their cups. Hannah had only taken a sip or two, so she would hardly notice the difference.
When she returned once more, Jonathan made a show of taking a sip of his - her? - cup. “It’s good tea”, he said, and Hannah’s answering grin sent a shiver up his spine.
“Oh, absolutely”, the girl replied enthusiastically, lifting her own cup to take a drink. “It’s simply to die for.”
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No one ever bullies Jonathan again
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Tap, Tap, Tap. The raindrops on the window kept disturbing Ryan’s concentration on his project. In the end, he just gave up and decided to look at the view outside. It was raining heavily, and he regretted not picking up Jonathan and Bryce up from their school today. Bryce was the one saying he’s a big boy right now and could handle himself, and Jonathan saying he could too. He just sighed and let them be after their parent’s permission. Although he ordered them to walk home together, he was still very worried about them. 12 and 9 years olds are not old enough to walk alone on the street, are they?
“BANG!” Ryan immediately looked around to the source of the noise, just to see Jonathan soaking wet and ran to his own bedroom. Slamming the door loudly and he heard the sound of a door being locked. He looked at Bryce who was still dry under an umbrella.
"What happened? " Ryan asked Bryce, concerned by how Jon was reacting. Bryce just shrugged.
"I don't know, he didn't talk to me at all and refuse to go under the umbrella. And he did not seem to have fun under the rain." He said with sarcasm.
"I'll try to talk to him. Bryce, why won't you go fetch some cookies and milk, he loves them.
And bring a towel too if you could. " he heard Bryce mumbled a word 'bossy' before going.
Ryan walked over to Jonathan's room and knocked on the door in a specific pattern. A secret code between the four brothers. Sadly, there was no response from the other side.
"Hey, Jon. What happened? You can talk to me, you know, " he waited. No response either. He tried to think of what could have made him this upset. Did he forgot his birthday? No, it was already celebrated last month. Did he promise him something and he broke it somehow? Thinking it thoroughly, Ryan assumed that he didn't do anything that could have make delirious this down. But he still tried asking.
"Were you mad that I didn't pick you up today when it was raining?" Again, no response.
"Jonathan?" He tried again.
"Go away!" He heard Jon yelled. Ohm was relieved and hurted at the same time because he finally said something but it was to ask him to leave.
"Jonathan, is something wrong?"
"Just leave me alone!" Jonathan shouted through the door.
"Come on, you are soaking wet, at least dry off or go get a bath or something, we wouldn’t want you to get sick don’t we? Sickness is no fun, after all." He tried persuading him to come out.
"Yeah! I have some cookies and milk, your favourite kind!" Bryce came with a plate of them.
"...Just leave it at the door. I...I will come and get them."
"Oh no no no Jon, you have to come out and get them from us if you want some." Ryan said.
“Better be quick or I’m gonna eat them all!" Bryce added.
It took a while and they thought the plan didn't work until they heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. With a click, the door finally opened and they both invited themselves into the room quickly.
"Hey who let you in here!" Jonathan yelled.
"Well I thought that these snacks were a free pass." Bryce said and offered the snacks. Jon
contemplated for a moment before taking one and munching on it. Ryan took the chance and dried Jon’s hair with the towel.
“Come on, you’re cold and wet. What made you so upset that you decided to make yourself sick?”
“Did someone bully you?”
“It’s just…” Ryan heard sniffing and looked over at Jonathan. He saw that his eyes were red with tears and immediately patted his back to comfort him.
“Hey, hey...it’s alright. Don’t cry.”
“Here, take teddy bear.” Bryce took one of his many teddy bears from his room and offered it to him. Somehow, it just made Jonathan cry even harder. Both Ryan and Bryce freaked out a little and try to comfort Jonathan together. It was confusing to them why would teddy bear make him cry instead of smile, but comforting their little brother was the most important task. It took some while but Jon finally calmed down.
“There were people at school...that...that made fun of me...because I bring teddy bear to school everyday...they even...even…”
“Even what?” Bryce asked.
“Even tear off one of my teddy bears apart. It’s Mister Teddy Bear too.” Jon said sadly.
Although Ryan was mad that someone dared to make fun of his little brother, he was even pissed that they actually hurt his things. He could see that Bryce was as angry as he was too. However, the important thing at the moment was to make Jon happy again. Also, make sure he won’t get sick from the rain.
“May I look at how Mister Teddy Bear is doing?” Ryan asked. Jon quietly brought out his teddy bear from his bag. The teddy bear had lost an eye, an ear and a hand, the cotton was flowing out of the broken places. Ryan tried to calm himself down and not shout swears out to the world.
“Mister Teddy Bear doesn’t seem to look so good. Maybe I could help patching him up.” Ryan said. Jon looked up at him with hope in his eyes.
“Really? You can heal Mister Teddy Bear?” Jon asked excitedly. He just smiled at him.
“Yes I can, I’m quite a good healer after all. Now go take a shower, before you get sick. You were a fool for walking in the rain.” He ruffled Jon’s hair with affection.
“Okay.” He saw Jon pouted a little before running off to the bathroom. Bryce took the plates and glasses out of the room, while Ryan took the deformed teddy bear and started searching for needles and string.
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There was knocking on the door, and Ryan looked up to see his big brother, Luke coming inside his room.
“Hey what are you doing? Isn’t that one of Jon’s teddy bear?” Luke pointed at the teddy bear in his hand. He was sewing it up, but he wasn’t that good at it and accidentally stabbed himself with the needle a few times.
“I’m trying to sew his teddy bear back up. Did you know what happened to him today?” He asked.
“No, what happened?” Ryan then told him how he was so down today, and after some time he told him that he got bullied at school and someone destroyed his teddy bear.
“Kids these days, they need to learn a fucking lesson.” Luke was cracking his knuckles, and Ryan could see that he was really pissed.
“Don’t traumatize them, or hurt them too badly. We wouldn’t want our little Jonny to be feared by others.” Ryan advised.
“Don’t worry, they will remember this lesson for life.”
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The next day…
Ryan decided to pick up Jonathan after school. He saw Jon smiling and waving at some other kids. He was holding another teddy bear in his arms too. A human sized one.
“Hey who gave you that teddy bear?” Ryan asked, amused. The teddy bear was almost as big as Jon.
“The guys who hurt my teddy bear yesterday. They gave me this huge one to say sorry and they became my friends!” Jon grinned and hugged his new teddy bear happily.
“Cool, lil bro,” Ryan said. He saw that the tag was still there and helped tear it out. There was scribbled writing on the back of it, it wrote ‘pls don’t hurt me’.
Ryan should probably ask Luke about it.
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GOT S7E6 REVIEW ( AS I WATCHED ) BELOW :
* jorah suggesting jon will have kids ?? with whomst ,,,
* i had forgotten abt gendry having leeches stuck on him , ew .
* arya talkin abt her dad n then accusing sansa of helping the lannisters kill ned ??? did she not remember sansa’s screams when her father was being murdered ?? the abuse sansa is taking is gross . SHE WAS JUST A CHILD . SHE WAS SCARED OMG ARYA CHILL . even cersei didn’t think goffrey would kill ned ... the boy was sick beyond belief .
* “ you wouldn’t have survived what i’ve gone through ” nooooo sansa
* “ gingers are beautiful !! ” “ ah , dick !! i like it. ” “ you’re with brienne of fucking tarth ?? ” I’M DYING . THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION .
* this guy with the eyepatch was brought back 6 times . i forgot abt this .
* jon’s coat looks like that denim patch outfit britney spears & katy perry wore to the AMA’S .
* it’s enough to defend the people that can’t defend themselves . what pures .
* “ i suppose he stares at u ( dany ) longingly because he’s hoping for a war alliance !! ” “ he’s too little for me !! ” SORRY NOT EVERYONE IS 6′4″ LIKE DROGO .
* when have i lost my temper ?????? lol girl .
* like u are losing your temper as tyrion speaks to u about succession .
* ok shots fired abt dorne & highgarden .
* THIS BLIZZARD FUCK . wht is that . a polar bear ?? oh no are those spoliers coming true . it’s a wight bear . who just died ??? OMG OMG OMG . JON MY BABY NO OMG WHO IS THAT OMG . FUCK BURN THE BEAR . BURNNNNNNNN OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG WHY AREN”T THEY USING WEAPONS MADE OF DRAGON GLASS . IM SO SAD RN .
* how did that sword stay on fire . who is the other guy that died im so confused i can’t see shit .
* little finger: “ IDK where she got that paper !! ” u liar u lil bitch i hate u . it disgusts me that he is that close to her . he betrayed the shit of of ned .
* wait what did peytr just suggest .
* wights terrify me idc . if the wildling who likes brienne and dick dies , im gonna sue .
* HHAHAHA THEY’RE JUST GONNA RUN IN LIKE THAT . OMG JORHA IS DYING .
* BYE BYE HO YEAH FUCK U WIGHT WALKER KING DUDE . how is one alive n the rest are all dead idgi . ew lol he ripped off its skin . it’s calling to its friends i am freaking out they aren’t gonna get away with this .
* here they come fuck me . u really gonna send gendry by himself without a hammer ???? u really gonna ask dancy for help first ??? U REALLY GONNA STAND ON ICE WHILE THEY ALL RUN AT YOU I AM PEEING MYSELF .
* IM HAING A HEART ATTACK
* no no no put him out of his misery please nooooooooooo ok they all went down . OM FUCK THEY’RE CORNERED .
* poor gendry running in the show he’s never seen before . running by himself when the sun is setting . ok he’s at the wall fuck . they’re all just standing there until the water freezes ans this dead dude is just biting at his head sack . NO GENDRY GET UP BABE OMG NOOOOO . ok thank THE gods pls save him .
* aw the nice guy died :(( at least he died from the cold . and they get to burn him so he doesn’t turn into a nastie .
* how many wight walker kings are up there lol FIVE ??? HAHA FUCK .
* me , nodding my head and sayin “whats up” to the wights staring at the boys .
* brienne is smart lol . leave podrick . sansa stop u do need to be watched . StOp . why do i feel like sansa just sent brienne to her death .
* ugh the dragons . babies . dany what are u wearing . ugh tyrion worrying about dany . :(((( i feel sick i know some terrible shit is about to go down :(((
* oh fuck is right the hound u stupid asshole they didn’t even notice that the ground wasn’t still UNFROZEN UNTIL U THREW THE DAMNED ROCK U BITCH .
* *heavy breathing* omg omg omg omg omg omg omg og omg omg omg GUYS U NEED FIRE WHAT ARE U DOING . OMG WHY AR YOUR DRAGON GLASS WEAPONS SO SMALL . NO N NO NO NO THE WILDLING . OMG JOHN . NO NO NO NOT THE WILDLING NO WATIT IS THAT THE HOUND IDK IM NOT OKAY NO NO NO NO NO IM SUING . THE WILDING IS BEING EATEN HE’S BEING DRAGGED DOWN THANK U THE HOUND U DID SOMETHING RIGHT FUCCKKKK .
WORK TOGETHER BOY S !!!!!
* NO WHO JUST DIED . THIS MUSIC IS SO SAD STOP I AM SO SAD
* IM SHAKING . jon is looking around like this is it :’’’’’(
* FUCK YEAH IM CRYING OMG I AM SOBBING DRAGONS BITCH DRAGONS
* DANY BELIEVES HIM NOW .
* I ALREADY KNOW a dragon dies bc i saw spoilers I dont wanna watch this . FUCKKKK THEY’RE GONNA THROW THAT SPEAR . JON U GOTTA G O JON . JON . JONNY BOY . JON . NO . THE DRAGON NOOOOOOOOOOO
* IM SOBBING IM CRYING SO MUCH ............... WHICH ONE WAS THAT STOP THIS . NOT ANOTHER ONEE . JORAH JORAH OMG HOLD ON DUDE . JON JON SAVE JON PLS WHAT ABOUT JON . DANY U LEFT JON .
* JON OMG THANK FUCK . let it bw known that i love jon snow . no stop don’t u turn around u mother fuckers . U DEAD ASS MOTHER FUCKS .
* he’s so cold my poor baby :( IS THAT BENJEN . YEAHHHHHHH BENJEN .
* ugh benjen is gonna die :( how much pain u gotta put jon snow through !!!! APPARENTLY TONS .
* the dragons are sad : (( what is dany waiting for does she think jon is gonna come around ??? :))))) WHY AM I SUDDENLY HAPPY THAT DANY CARES ABOUT JON THEY’RE AUNT N NEPHEW UGH
* she saw the scars from when the north treated him like julius ceasar . NOW SHE KNOW HE REALLY DID GET STABBED IN THE HEART .
* sansa found arya’s faces . is she threatening HER OWN FUCKIN SISTER . “ MY FACES ” U PSYCHO LEAVE SANSA ALONE .
* WHY IN JON’S NAM E IS SHE BEING SUCH A FREAK .
* this situation sickens and pains me to watch . SHE’S PICKING UP A KNIFE TO THREATEN HER SISTER FUCK THIS . FUCK THAT . WHAT IS ..... ....... i’m furious .
* surprise , it’s dany at your bedside . HE IS SAYING SORRY FOR HER DRAGON . THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS . HE’S SAYING HE WISHES THEY’D NEVER GONE . why are u telling jon that the only children ... “we’ll do it together” DANY HE CALLED HER DANY . HE’S GONNA BEND THE FUCKIN KNEE . YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE TAKES HIS HAND BACK FUCK YEAH .
* SHE’S CRYING BECAUSE SHE TRUSTS IN JON AND HIS PEOPLE AND KNOWS HE DIED FOR THEM AND HOW GOOD HE IS UGH .
* “ he’s too small for me ” my ass .
* i knew this part was coming too . they’re gonna make that dragon a whight . WHAT IF the dragon becomes a wight and its siblings don’t attack it ?? THIS ISN’T GOOD .
* i need the next episode now goodbye . i have died . this episode was so fucking good . best show .
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